#litchar

“Give up and they win. And you know I never admit my ideas are stupid, which means I’d better get on with proving this idea was a good one.”

“Okay, well for the benefit of the sight-impaired, I am now raising my… oh, dear… yes, it’s my middle finger at Mr. Postgrad here.”

“I am a thief and a pirate and a traveler. I have set foot in three different worlds, and lived. I have shed the blood of royals and held magic in my hands. And a ship full of men cannot do what I can. I don’t need any of you. I am one of a damned kind.”

“I believe in things other people think are impossible, and it makes me strong enough to face whatever comes next.”

“What do you want?” Maura asked. “Not out of college. Out of life.” [...] “What I always wanted. To see the world. To make it better.”

“I thought being rich would make everything better,” he said. Wylan glanced back at his father’s mansion. “I could have told you it doesn’t work that way.”

“Hope. It's like a drop of honey, a field of tulips blooming in the springtime. It's a fresh rain, a whispered promise, a cloudless sky, the perfect punctuation mark at the end of a sentence. And it's the only thing in the world keeping me afloat.”

“She’d resented this shadow gift. It had seemed a sham, a punishment. But just as surely as life connected everything, so did death. It was that endless, fast-running river. She’d dipped her fingers into its current, held the eddy of its power in her hand. She was the Queen of Mourning, and in its depths, she would never drown.”